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A girl against a brick wall

a girl against a brick wall

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I initially wanted to start this blog from scratch rather than build on the old one. I thought long and hard about the kind of posts I wanted to publish, too, rather than randomly uploading whatever thoughts came into my head. But eventually, I decided that I liked having an outlet for my outbursts. But I also wanted a place where I could centralize and focus. That’s right, I couldn’t decide, so there are essentially two blogs on one site. Really, who’s brilliant?! (my hand is raised)

I’ll admit, as a marketer, this is the worst website launch ever. No fanfare, no pomp, and no confetti. Not even an animated gif. And while I wait for the flush that’s crept across my cheeks to fade, let’s talk book.

I did it! I announced a project on NaNoWriMo (I talk about NaNoWriMo here).

But it’s all wrong! The book project, I mean. I’ve been working on a novel for about a year. The story is a searing and gritty tale about a beautiful, sad, funny, and complicated woman behind bars and awaiting her execution. The storyline teaches us that no matter the distance we think we’ve traveled from our mistakes, we often find ourselves standing precisely where we began. But I have two big problems. 

  1. I’ve written roughly 800 powerful words, a really exciting beginning. It can’t stop your heart, but it can start it again. But, dammit, it doesn’t let me go anywhere. The intro is a real ender. Ever text a friend, and their response is a complete convo killer? “We haven’t talked in ages! How are you?” “I’m good.” Hello, BRICK WALL. That’s my intro; It leads to a brick wall. I know what’s required: I must dump the whole thing and start from scratch.
  2. I totally disagree with the lesson, and I am proof. I have made a few of my own mistakes, some of which were pretty epic, but I’m not where I started. For instance, once upon a time, I called out my boss, and he fired me. Because of this unfortunate scenario, a sequence of events ensued. I landed a work-from-anywhere opportunity, a $35k bump in salary, and a free MacBook Air. Once you’re free to stand out on the rocks and survey all that is above and below, you realize the new altitude gives you a beautiful view of a sunrise marching along the horizon. It’s like Steve Earle, the blues musician, once sang: “Lonesome don’t seem like much/once you’re this high.” Reason number two I must dump the intro and start from scratch: the lesson is bogus.

For inspiration, I checked out a few writers on NaNoWriMo and crept their announcements about their projects.

Jesus Mary Joseph, what’s happened to storytelling? For me, a writer taps into a creative flow, hyper-focused on imagination and idea generation. Right? I mean, novel writing should be a jumping-off point, and there should always be a frontier – a new frontier – that readers land in, like a lovecraftian horror or historical fiction. I want to be transported to another world when I read a novel. That’s the whole point: Escape this one and fall into a made-up one. Give me a hero and a villain and conflict, sure. Trope-ish. And maybe some romance. (Definitely some romance!) Or perhaps even a world of sages and immortals, emperors and heroes, magic and miracles? Instead, these NaNoWriMo descriptions paint the story of a guy who meets a girl over TikTok!

F— No.

I will do it; I will write a fantastical story I want to read. And none of this world will make it into my world (lest the brick wall appears). 

There will be no TikTok hookups. 

There will be no murders at Domino’s.

There will be no Hollywood Boulevard pile-ups.

I don’t know how I’ll do it yet, but it only has to be something I can write about for 50,000 words. NBD. I might throw some humor in it. I like the spirit of the snarky kind. 

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